Gou learns witchcraft in another world

Chapter 73 Suspicion Arises in the Alley

Three days have passed since the jewelry exhibition.

Mr. Carter is still wanted. Luo Qiu saw that his photo appeared in the Bureau of Investigation's internal publication, with a bounty of 500 rank under his black-and-white portrait. This immediately surpassed 86 of his predecessors, ranking him 33rd on the bounty list.

Unfortunately, other agents and private investigators were not interested in such a "huge" reward.

Perhaps it's because Livep didn't follow suit and issue a private bounty?

However, this was none of Luo Qiu's business. Since no colleagues were discussing these things, he was happy to have some peace and quiet.

Within three days, since there were no major cases to handle, he used his work time to inscribe the two runes needed for the weaving technique.

The two runes are very simple, not difficult to understand, and easy to imprint.

But once you actually start practicing weaving, it's a different story.

Secret witchcraft differs from conventional witchcraft in some ways.

As far as the conventional witchcraft he had come into contact with was concerned, the framework for constructing spells was very stable. Even spells like the Hand of Spells required applying forces in different directions to an object, but most of the time, it was enough to simply fill the spell with mana.

Mystical sorcery is different; its linear framework merely serves as a connector. It offers almost no guidance, control, or management of magical power. The latter requires meticulous manipulation of mental energy.

Simply put, conventional magic is more like being given a canvas and a template; you just need to fill in the paint, and they even prepare which colors are needed for each part. But secret witchcraft is more like being given a canvas and paints; what kind of painting you can create depends entirely on your talent.

Luo Qiu didn't know how talented he was, but when he first started practicing, he invested 0.01 mana points, and the mana threads could only extend less than half a meter before he couldn't maintain them.

Moreover, this is just a simple straightening; there's no way to manipulate the magic thread to make a bend or anything like that.

At this moment, Luo Qiu was making his 98th attempt at his workstation.

With an investment of 0.01 mana points, within three seconds, the mental energy was rapidly manipulated, and a thread woven from mana was pulled out between the hands.

The silk thread hung straight in the air, a bizarre scene that ordinary people could not see.

At this moment, however, Luo Qiu's mental strength was already tense.

Even with only 0.01 mana, there are hundreds of key points that require mental energy to maintain. At each point, one must feel the vibrations of those energy particles and smooth them out one by one by condensing runes.

Outside, a free energy particle suddenly brushed past the center of the thread, and the entanglement of energy caused a violent tremor.

Luo Qiu immediately tried to comfort it, but as soon as his mental energy reached out, the ripples generated by the particle vibrations spread to both ends.

Silently and imperceptibly, the thread crumbled without a trace.

"Ah, 11 seconds." Luo Qiu leaned his elbow on the table and rubbed his temple with his palm.

After several attempts, his mental energy began to fluctuate, and he needed to slow down.

"Senior, what's wrong? I just heard you say '11'?"

Smith, who lives next door, noticed Luo Qiu's condition. Having nothing else to do, he also came over to ask.

"Oh. It's nothing, I was just checking the time..." Luo Qiu turned his wrist, glanced at his stainless steel watch, and casually explained:

"There are 5 seconds left, 3, 1, okay, it's 2:50 PM, and in ten minutes it will be 3:00 PM. You know what I'm going to say at this time, right?"

"Then I'll go buy some sandwiches for everyone."

Upon hearing Luo Qiu emphasize the time, Smith's eyes lit up, and he quickly got up and hurriedly walked out.

Luo Qiu was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what had happened, he curled his lip in disdain.

Agent Cole leaned over the workstation.

"Smith probably went out around this time yesterday too. Salmon sandwiches, he really went all out... Sigh, how could Miss Moran have taken a liking to him? It's been days, and she hasn't fallen for someone else yet?"

"Cole, forget about it. Even if Miss Moran doesn't talk to Smith, she won't talk to you. Speaking of which, our Miss Linda has hinted at it to you a few times. Aren't you going to make a move? She's very sought after."

Before Luo Qiu could respond, another agent chimed in after Cole finished speaking, even giving Cole a wink.

The latter waved his hand repeatedly.

"The implication you're referring to, is it that she speaks loudly whenever she sees me, or that she likes to stomp her feet in front of me? If that's the case, then why did she give you a pen last week? Shouldn't you kneel down on one knee right now...?"

"That's different!" another clerk said, her face flushed. "I filled out an application form that time. It's just that she wouldn't approve it for me and made me use an old fountain pen."

……

Around 6 p.m., Luo Qiu was walking back to her apartment as usual.

Smith's salmon sandwich feast was still bought, and with that, Luo Qiu didn't have much desire to satisfy her own appetite.

But if you have time, simply taking a walk on the street is also nice.

Bellevue Street wasn't particularly lively; at this hour, some shops had already closed. Those still open were either restaurants or general stores, and at first glance, it looked no different from usual.

Luo Qiu put his hands in his trench coat pockets and walked slowly with the flow of people.

People around them were talking at length about the prices of bread and butter, and some even asked their companions to help them calculate how to distribute their weekly wages.

Luo Qiu wasn't interested in these topics, so he simply fixed his gaze and gradually focused his attention on thinking about other things.

I'll be back at the apartment in ten minutes. After I get back, tonight...

Suddenly, something in his pocket stirred slightly, pulling Luo Qiu back to reality.

In the innate vision, the red light in the pocket suddenly increased slightly. It was the abandoned pocket watch. This sudden increase was equivalent to about 0.1 units of mental energy.

The unusual movement made him pause for a moment.

He carried the pocket watch with him because he thought that if he took it with him around, he might encounter the original pocket watch again. He remembered very clearly the scene in Sham Shui Po where the two rubies met and became entangled.

However, after several days of silence, he was ready to give up.

The sudden movement... could it be that the pocket watch has appeared nearby?

Luo Qiu remained calm and casually looked around.

To the right, in a narrow alley, a man in a gray overcoat hurried along. Within the innate vision, a red light flashed at his waist.

Seeing the direction the other person left in, and after judging the path they had just taken, Luo Qiu suspected that the pocket watch was on the other person.

But after hesitating for a moment, Luo Qiu did not choose to chase after him.

We continued walking forward in the same direction, but this time we were much faster than before.

After this incident, he lost interest in taking a walk for the time being.

He immediately returned to the apartment, made sure the surroundings were safe, and then took the pocket watch out of his pocket.

The pocket watch had indeed changed; its original golden appearance had become somewhat dull.

However, as it became somewhat worn, a reddish-brown, ink-like substance stained the dial where the number I was.

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